The Sunshine Boy It's Friday. It's 11:35. I've been up for an hour. I am hungover. It's my birthday. I was awoken by one of my best mates - he phoned to tell me he won't be able to come to my party tomorrow night because he has prostate cancer. Life is too short - some people might not think it right now because death is often stealthy and patient, slowly creeping up on you, and before you know it you can feel its breath on your neck. I value EVERY one of my friends, both real and virtual, and on this day I vow I will not let anyone slip out of my life. I will write again soon. Will you write back...nah? Thanks for listening. The End "Why don't you write me, A letter would brighten My loneliest evening. Mail it today If it's only to say That you're leaving me." |